What a strange, strange seduction it was! Oh, Brad had prostituted himself to so many, many of Alyssa’s lovers—why, it would be nothing, nothing at all, for the experienced c*m-slave simply to drop his mouth upon that uncertain dark organ and, growling, suck for the salty reward of the other’s shamefaced and yet inevitable ejaculation. He had done it so many times before, after all, in deserted alleyways and the back seats of cars and behind the bushes in the darkened park after midnight, the fiercely laboring accomplice to the shapely, crooked-lipped imp who laughed inwardly to see some silly, swaggering male taken down a peg or two. For Brad knew just what to do, didn’t he? Why, he had been trained by the best, skillfully and mercilessly.
But no, for this amiable youth the wickedly desi
